“I... I don’t know,” Patrick admitted, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Roses?” Did a place like this even sell roses? Besides, considering that Hilda hadn’t been answering his letters, he wasn’t sure if sending her a bouquet would do any better at getting her to acknowledge him.
Maybe he should invest in a living flower, send her a devil’s snare with each tentacle wrapped around a sign. Or maybe he should send her some flowers she was allergic to and sign it with the name of that new fucking beau of hers, make her cry like he had when he found the cottage empty.
Not that he could think of any flowers she was allergic to at the moment. God, what a shitty husband he was. No wonder she left. “Do you have any... non violent house plants?” He finally asked with a wave of his hand. @zahishafiq